About you.

Been thinking about you, your records are here. Your eyes are on my wall, your teeth are over there but I'm still no one, and you're now a star. What do you care?. Been thinking about you, and there's no rest. Should I still love you, still see you in bed but I'm playing with myself?. What do you care when the other men are far, far better? All the things you got, all the things you need... Who bought you cigarettes? Who bribed the company to come and see you, honey? I've been thinking about you, so how can you sleep? Those people aren't your friends, they're paid to kiss your feet. They don't know what I know. Why should you care when I'm not there? Been thinking about you, and there's no rest. Should I still love you, still see you in bed. When I'm playing with myself? What do you care when I'm not there? All the things you got that you'll never need. All the things you got, I'm played out and bleed to please you.

Es peligroso por estas cosas tener la música en random, me había olvidado lo triste que me pone esta canción. Me había olvidado de tantas cosas.